Glimmering Reality
by funkypudding
Summary: Who is the real me? No one really knows my story. They only know me as the pretty face that died horribly by stupid Tracker Jackers. They don't know about the my parents or my siblings. They don't even know who I really loved. As I die, my life, the one that not even you could guess about, flashes before my eyes. I am Glimmer, the girl who defied.
1. Being the Best

My eyes slide over to the brunette from Twelve. The skank who was on fire at the opening ceremonies. The volunteer who took her sister's place at the Reaping. She goes through most of the stations with her blond boyfriend. Well, I wouldn't say boyfriend exactly. Obviously, it is a one-sided relationship, judging by the way the boy is watching everything she does with admiration while she, for the most part, ignores him. One of the few stations they don't go to is the archery station, the one I am currently 'training' at. Her eyes keep drifting over to the bow in my hands, almost longingly. She wants to try it, but she can't. Not when I'm here.

I shoot continuously at the target, getting better and better with every shot. I was an excellent archer during training, as my coach would say. The strings are obviously stiff so I can't quite hit the center. I'm the best one here. Some people couldn't even hit the target. That District 12 girl needs to be careful with what she tries to do. Not everything here will benefit her. It's just a waste of time for her to even try to shoot an arrow. Same for the rest of these fools that weren't trained. It's just a waste of time. I don't know how any of the other districts even win the Hunger Games. The District 12 boy is kind of cute though. He could do so much better than that girl, what was her name? Some kind of plant I think. Maybe a weed. I shrug and shoot another arrow, almost hitting the center. Obviously the best.

Cato grins at me from another station, his approval of my weapon choice. Cato is way hotter than that Twelve boy, of course. Clove is another thing. If we went to school together, that girl and I would be arch enemies. She glares at me from behind Cato. When he thrusts into a dummy, breaking his gaze at me, I raise my middle finger at the girl. Her eyes go red and I think she is going to chuck one of the knives behind her at me for a moment, but she hesitates, gripping one with white knuckles. Then she throws with all her might, hitting the center of a target and cracking it slightly. I roll my eyes. Marvel's hot breath reaches my neck and I struggle not to shiver in disgust.

"Hey, Glimmer." He breaths. I refuse to let myself gag in front of one of my allies. It's bad enough that I have already made enemies with one.

"Marvel." I say curtly, not looking at him as I shoot another arrow, just slightly closer to the middle.

"You know, not all of us have that long to live..." He trails off, his arm sliding around my waist. I giggle coldly to hide the fury I have for my district partner. Sometimes, I would like to rip him to pieces. The only ally I actually like is Cato, but he's too oblivious to Clove's obvious liking towards him. Just a touch of stupid, but a great fighter.

"And what exactly are you suggesting Marvel?" I open my eyes wide and innocently as I toss my hair over one shoulder, almost whacking him in the face. Oops.

"You know. You, me, tonight?" He says in a deep voice that he probably practiced in the mirror. I turn to look at his eyes. They are full of...stupidity. Dumb boy doesn't realize that I don't want him and have never wanted him. Doesn't he realize that from all the other times I refused? Does he think that because I might die that I will be willing to do stuff with him?

"I don't know Marvel. Why not? Meet me in my room at eleven." I say sweetly and walk off, leaving the archery station, watching the District 12 girl. She continues to look hungrily at the station, but she does not approach. She has probably realized that there is no chance. I will get the bow and arrows and kill her with them. That's what she gets for being great in the Opening Ceremonies. Nobody can be as good as the Careers.

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"How was training?" Cashmere asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity from across the table.

"We're obviously better than any of those outlying districts. Two is good, the girl from Four is okay, and the boy from Eleven looks promising." I report, between bites of this incredibly delicious food. Marvel barely registers any words. He's too caught up staring at me eagerly.

"Good because Four and Two are your allies. Eleven refused our offering." Gloss says darkly and I nod. I didn't think that brute would accept anyway. I finish my stew and stand up.

"I'm going to bed." I say, kissing my mentors on the cheek.

"What about my kiss?" Marvel says puckering his lips. I just leave the room. Tomorrow is the last day for training and our private sessions, I need to get rest. I shower and get into bed, my eyes heavy with sleep. I wake up about an hour later with a tall form leaning over me.

"Marvel!" I shriek and practically jump away from him.

"You said to meet you here at eleven." He smirks, still staring at me. I roll my eyes and get up out of the bed. I kiss my hand and slap his cheek.

"There's your kiss. Happy?" I say sweetly and proceed to push him out of the room. He struggles against me.

"Wait a second, Blondie-"

"_Do not_...call me that." I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut. Too many bad memories. I push them away and return to the current situation. "Now get out." I give him one last push out my door, watching as he stumbles and falls in the hallway.

"Glimmer!" He shouts angrily as he tries to get up.

"You." I point to a nearby attendant. "Make sure he stays out of my room!" He nods and presses a button on the wall. A peacekeeper appears and drags the boy into his room. He shuts it and stands in front of it.

"No worries, miss." He says monotonously. I act like I'm relieved.

"Thanks you, sir." I say innocently before going back into my room. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I scowl. That will teach the boy a lesson.

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I wave to the Gamemakers, who smile as I approach. One of the few privileges as a tribute from District one; everyone sees you first and you have their full attention.

"Glimmer Garland. District one." A few of the Gamemakers look at me quizzedly. They know the name, but they won't place it at this second. I'm sure by the end of the session, they will remember. It's almost hysterical to see people realize who my family is. Or was. I don't go to the bow, like they think since that's where I was most of the training sessions. I go straight for the long knives. Then, I'm in slashing dummy paradise. It's like skipping through a meadow of dummies, slicing their heads off with each skip. I think I laugh maniacally a little bit as I go through. They probably think I'm crazy. I glance up at them as I stab a dummy through the heart.

Several are white, a few watch with wide eyes, and one knocks back drink after drink as he watches. They know who I am now. Who my family was. My dad, the man who killed peacekeepers and capital lovers for a living. My mom, the women who could talk thousands over to her side if the chance was given to her. My brother and sister, who both trained me after winning their own Games.

"You may go, Ms. Garland." Seneca Crane announces, his face pale as paper. I make my way through the mess of dummy body parts and leave. That's for executing my parents, you filthy scum. Now get ready to see the real Glimmer.

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My interview was as stunning as I thought it would be but that stupid duo from Twelve over took the stage with their 'love'. Yeah right. I could see it in Katniss' eyes that she isn't in love with him but the boy seems sincere. One sided relationships are tough. Gloss and Cashmere meet Marvel and I backstage as soon as the show finishes. I grin as I notice a very aggregated Katniss takes a separate elevator from Peeta. My attention is brought back to my mentors when they start to talk lowly and angrily to us.

"You can't let that Twelve scum beat you." Gloss starts, his eyes on their drunk mentor who tries to weave his way through the crowd.

"Use anything you have against them. Remember, they took the spotlight from you." Cashmere says, her beautiful eyes staring straight into mine and immediately, I know they are both speaking straight to me, not the idiot boy staring at my transparent dress. I resist the urge the cover myself, throwing on a large smile as I nod to their wishes. We find our way back to our rooms. I get rid of the stupid dress Glinka forced me into and exchange it for some comfy sweats.

"I swear everyone around me is stupid." I growl as I brush out my heavily sprayed hair.

"I hope you're not talking about us." The door closes behind Gloss and Cashmere and they walk over to sit on either side of me on my bed.

"Of course not." I laugh at my mentors as they give me identical frowns. "

I would hate it if my own sister thought I was dumb." Gloss ruffles my hair gently. I push his hand away with a giggle. This time, everything about me is real.

"Did you hear what happened with Marvel the other night?" I ask, twisting some of my golden hair around my finger. Cashmere collapses back onto the bed with a groan.

"Now, that boy is the stupidest person I have ever met in my entire life." Gloss scowls, falling back as well. I lay next to them, staring up at the smooth ceiling. We stay there for several silent minutes, soaking in the peace.

"Do you wish you never went through the Games?" I ask softly, speaking to either of my siblings.

"It depends." Cashmere says after some length of time.

"There are perks as well as...disadvantages." Gloss follows up.

"I want to win." Both mentors turn their heads to look at me.

"Are you sure you want that?" Gloss asks in a little voice. I feel my forehead crinkling with confusion.

"Why do you say that?" Gloss sighs heavily.

"The disadvantages can be a bit too much for some people." Cashmere whispers before he can say anything.

"Remember Fabs?" Gloss cuts in. I nod slowly, the memory of the District 1 victor who commuted suicide resurfacing.

"That came from the aftermath of the Hunger Games." Cashmere clarifies. Then, both get up and head for the door.

"Wait." I jump off the bed and practically run for my older brother and sister."Please remember the real me, not who I am in the Games."

"Of course." The mentors say together as they wrap their arms around me for a bear hug. I hold back my tears as my sibling leave me, possibly for the last time.

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**Hope you like my new story. I tried to make it as mistake-free as possible. I felt that Glimmer could have been so much more behind her pretty face. A whole past life that no one could see besides her family. Please review your thoughts on this!(: Also, in the summary I said that her life would flashback and it will when she dies. Instead of going through everything up to her death in her flashback, I rather just go to her Reaping and possibly to the Opening Ceremonies when she realizes that Katniss did better than she did. REVIEW!(:**


	2. Joining the Game

**Anything in this chapter in bold is straight from the book. I do not own those words or any of the characters. Ms. Collins owns those. **

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The tube makes me feel clausterphobic. I can't do this, I can't do this. I hold back my screams of horror that this is actually happening when the tube rises up through the ground. It is time to play my part. If I want to live, I need to keep up the act.

The sunlight blinds me temporary before I can take in my surroundings. Greenery is every where. A large forest covers most of my vision. A lake sits to my left. A field of wheat covers the rest of what I can see of the arena behind me.

Twenty three other tributes tremble on their plates as the countdown commences. The supplies are scattered every where up to the Cornucopia.

I smile as I notice the silver bow and arrows that Katniss is staring at from a few plates over. When her gaze shifts to her Lover boy, mine shifts to the long knives near the bow.

The gong sounds and I'm immediately running.

Cato shows up at my side in approximately three seconds. Already he holds a long sword and is swinging it at another tribute. He protects me as I grab the long knives and slice up another tribute, making him back off to let me protect myself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Clove throwing knives at Katniss, but Twelve blocks with her pack. I curse as I watch her run away with one of Clove's precious knives.

I laugh as Kenna from Four thrusts her trident into another tribute. Several lay dead around us and we surround the Cornucopia. Some still try to fight, but the Careers aren't giving them much if a chance.

The boy from 7 comes at me, screaming with an axe above his head. I giggle as I duck under his arm and slice him through. The screaming inside of me continues as I cut up the the girl from 9. I channel it through maniacal laughing. Finally, the blood stops spurting and the cannons boom. Thirteen dead. Less than what I wanted. We rest for a second before going through the supplies.

"Didn't know you were so good with knives." Cato comments as he helps me pick up all the outlying supplies left from the other tributes' pickings.

"Some girls like to surprise." I say lowly and wink up at the blond. As I reach down for a water bottle, the sound of a snapping twig comes from the opposite way of the Careers, from the forest. I sit up, my hand on the handle of my knife as I turn slowly to the forest at my back. I look through the leaves until my eyes spot what I'm looking for. I casually shrug as if if were nothing and walking normally toward the trees.

A sound, something normal to anyone else that listens, makes it to my ears. The intense breath of someone hiding who doesn't want to be found. My knife finds their throat and I'm about to slit it when an image comes to mind. The boy at my feet whimpers.

"You're from District 3, right?" I ask sharply, moving closer so that I can feel his nervous breath on my cheek.

"Yes, I'm Benni." He says weakly, his eyes fluttering to the blade pressed to his neck. I smirk and lean in to whisper my plan.

A few minutes later, I am dragging Benni into the camp we've started on. Each of the Careers grip their weapons in anticipation if a kill, but I stop them.

"I have a plan to protect our supplies and the plan requires him." I throw him to his knees before Kenna who looks like she wants to thrust her trident into his body. Clove watches from where she wiped her blades on a loaf of bread to clean them. Her eyes scream murder as she glares at both me and 3.

"What is this plan?" Marvel asks as he uses a spear head to pick at his teeth.

"I'm going to have Benni reset the bombs."

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I don't like this at all. We left Benni back at the Cornucopia with Kenna and brought Twelve with us. After I ran into him earlier, I made the quick decision to bring him with us. Cato convinced us that he would show us where Katniss is, something I had already thought about. The fire in Cato's eyes almost scared me. I've only seen fire like that in my parents' eyes. It was in the way they look at each other or when they looked at their enemies. Does he hate her or love her? That's slightly disturbing. It's almost like he's obsessed with finding the girl on fire. As the anthem finishes, I notice a flickering light through the trees.

"Oh, look." Clove touched Cato's arm tentatively and pointing to the fire ahead of us. The girl from 8 hurdles so close to the flames that it looks like she could burn herself at any moment. I look over to Cato, who watches with the firelight gleaming in his eyes. We are merciless as we barge into the girl's camp and end her misery. The rush and adrenalin from her death makes us all hyper.

**"Twelve down and eleven to go!"** Marvel yells out into the night. We all scream and yell along with him. Excitement fills me and I just can't wait until we find our next victim. I avoid the body as we search her for anything. She is dirt poor out here.

**"Better clear out so that they can get the body before it starts stinking."** Cato laughs and we join him, agreements rattling out as we leave the clearing. Something odd occurs to me and I stop, causing everyone else to stop as well.

**"Shouldn't we have heard a cannon by now?"**

**"I'd say yes. Nothing to prevent them from going in immediately."** Marvel agrees, looking over to me as if for approval.

**"Unless she isn't dead."** Clove mutters to herself, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

**"She is dead. I stuck her myself."** Cato boasts, scraping the blood off of his sword on the grass.

**"Then where's the cannon?**" Clove shoots back at him.

**"Someone should go back. Make sure the job's done."** I say sternly, looking back to where her body was left.

**"Yeah, we don't want to have to track her down twice."** Marvel backs me up, putting an arm around my shoulder, which Cato scowls at.

**"I said she's dead!"** The District 2 brute retorts in Marvel's face.

**"We're wasting time! I'll go finish her and let's move on!"** Peeta's outburst surprises us all. Especially the one who is eavesdropping on us. I search around us for the one who listens until I spot the bulky form in the weeping willow beside us.

**"Go on, then, Lover Boy. See for yourself."** Cato laughs finally as Peeta frowns and turns back to the clearing.

**"Why don't we just kill him now and get it over with?"** Clove asks lazily as soon as he's gone, twirling a knife with her finger tip. '

**"Let him tag along. What's the harm? And he's handy with that knife."** I cut in, the form still in my vision.

**"Besides, he's our best chance of finding her."** Cato says slowly, his eyes getting a vacant look. I am tempted to tell him that the one he seeks is in a nearby tree, but sadly I feel that he is a tad too obsessed for my liking.

**"Why? You think she bought into that sappy romance stuff?"** Marvel asks, glancing to where Peeta disappeared.

**"She might have. Seemed pretty simpleminded to me. Every time I think about her spinning around in that dress, I want to puke."** I smirk in the light, hoping Katniss hears every word.

**"Wish we knew how she got that eleven."** Clove growls, looking like she wants to punch something because a girl from Twelve got an up on her.

**"Bet you Lover Boy knows."** Marvel says as Peeta makes his way back to the group.

**"Was she dead?"** Cato looks back behind Peeta at the dying fire of the dying girl.

**"No, but she is now. Ready to move on?"** Peeta says politely, following Cato as we leave the weeping willow tree behind, along with the girl we really were looking for. Sometimes, I feel so evil to people. This is one of the times that I enjoy it. We continue our little hunt through the woods for maybe an hour before we find a nice little place to sleep. It is a small clearing against a large boulder.

"You take watch, Clover." Cato announces. Clove nods and takes her perch on top of the boulder, her knives, gleaming in the moonlight, from off her belt and from her jacket that keeps flapping open. Marvel hits the ground snoring and Peeta just lays there against the boulder, not moving as the night wears on. I lay down in the middle of the clearing, but I'm interrupted by Cato a few minutes after Marvel's snores start. He grabs my arm and together we walk creep over to the edge of the woods and under a large bush.

"What are you doing, Cato?" I giggle quietly, but I know exactly. The blond brute just pulls me close and pecks the tip of my nose.

"What do you want to do? Truthfully, I think it's going to be one of us getting out of here." The softness in his tone betrays him. I see the lie in his eyes. He doesn't think I'll make it. I don't think he will at all. He's too stupid to win. I know the words that are coming before he says them. "I don't want one of us to be deprived of it because of the stupid only one victor per Games rule." I giggle again, this time at his thoughtlessness. Did he really think I would do this? I could see Clove doing something like this, but not me.

"I know exactly what you're talking about, Cato." I say with a small smile, my stare intense.

"Awesome." He grins and leans in. I lean in as well and peck him on the lips.

"There you go. I knew you didn't want to be without a first kiss." I grab my sleeping bag and drag it into the clearing, leaving a dumbfounded Cato under the bush.

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	3. Burning the Memories

I wake up choking and I was for sure that someone was trying to kill me. I grab my bow and string an arrow at the wall of fire before me. This is only of the only times I've ever been truly terrified. I scream and run as fast as I can after the animals around us. The other Careers jump to their feet at my scream and run after me after seeing my reason. Of course, after running for what seems like forever, I think I'm in the clear when a ball of fire searing my stomach.

I scream in agony as my abdomen feels like someone is continuously punching me. When I hear the whimpers of my allies around me, I know that the fire is over. The Gamemakers have gotten us where we need to be. I pass out from the pain, my consciousness drifting from darkness and small bits of color and life. The pain never leaves.

"Glimmer?" My name seems to echo through my mind. My eyes flicker open as I realize that the pain is subsiding. I try to speak, but end up hacking. I feel like my lungs have shriveled up. My blurry vision clears up so that I can see Marvel leaning over me.

"Get off." I manage to rasp. I push him, but end up screaming out in pain as if someone sliced open my stomach. Cato appears and both tribute boys hold me down.

"Calm down, Glimmer. You need to keep still as the medicine works its magic." I attempt to spit in Marvel's face, but I find that I am majorly dehydrated.

"Get me water then." My voice gravelly after a coughing fit. My district partner ends up dragging me to a nearby tree and sitting me up that I can drink the water they found. After a few hours, I feel well enough to get up.

"We should go back to the Cornucopia." Marvel announces as I grab what supplies survived the fire last night. He stares at me as I wince in pain. I swear if he is trying to protect me, I will beat the shot out of him.

"No need to." We all jump as Kenna appears out of the trees with Benni trailing behind her.

"I could have killed you, Four." Clove groans as she places her knife back on her belt."Never sneak up on a Career." Kenna rolls her eyes.

"I thought you were at the Cornucopia." Cato says, pretty much asking why she isn't there at this moment. Kenna shrugs and pulls Benni to her side.

"Three fixed up the bombs and they're ready to detonate as soon as someone steps anywhere near the supplies." Kenna assures us, Benni nodding along with her. I squint at her. I don't trust her. Nothing about her seems honest. The only reason I believe her is because Benni has been threatened too much to lie. "How did you find us?" Clove asks as she slings her bag over her shoulders. Kenna raises her shoulders again.

"Lucky I guess." Silence fills the group for several minutes as we start walking in the direction Kenna and Benni came from.

"Where now, Lover Boy?" Cato breaks the silence as everyone waits for Peeta to suggest a place to find Cato's girl on fire.

"Probably should said this earlier, but I passed your girlfriend on the way here." Kenna says casually. Cato glares back at her, his face more terrifying than I have ever seen it. Peeta looks like he is the receiving end of the glare. He has gone pale and his eyes are full of panic.

"Why didn't you say this sooner, Kenna?" Cato says with a deadly tone. Kenna smirks at him.

"I wanted to see how you reacted. No worries, I didn't kill her. She's sitting by a pond with some burns." Cato's eyes filled with pure delight as he starts to run, urging everyone along to find Katniss. I'm the only one who saw Peeta's look of relief when Kenna announced that she was alive. We jog where Kenna directs us and straight to a small pond. Katniss sees us and starts climbing a tall tree. We end up at the base, looking up her as she grins down at us. I don't tell the others that our pet from Three lurks in the shadows, not wanting a confrontation.

'"How's everything with you?" The District 12 beat calls from her branch, almost happily. I am actually taken aback by her tone along with all the others.

'"Well enough. Yourself?" Cato finally manages to say.

'"It's been a bit warm for my taste. The air's better up here. Why don't you come on up?" I cover my smile with my hand. This girl certainly knows how to joke around in dire situations. What better way to get sponsors than to laugh about near death events.

'"Think I will." Cato calls back. He starts toward the tree, but I stop him. My smile fades into a scowl. I don't want her to get on the good side of the audience. Making her jealous might make her allow herself to make rash decisions.

'"Here, take this, Cato." I try to hand the bow and quiver of arrows to the brute, but he won't have anything to do with them. Not that it bothers me. All I wanted to see was Katniss' reaction to the bow. My goal is reached as pure rage and hatred flashes across her face.

'"No, I'll do better with my sword." Cato pushes the bow to me and starts to climb up the tree. Twelve's smile returns as she scrambles even higher up the tree. I try not to laugh as Cato falls flat on his back. Serves him right for not taking my advice. Numerous curses bubble from his mouth as I string an arrow and aim up at Katniss. She watches down at me, her eyes almost daring me to shoot an arrow at her. I let the arrow go and watch as it whizzed past her head and into a nearby branch. I almost break the bow over my knee in frustration. How did I miss her? I'm the best archer in these Games. Katniss takes the arrow from the bark and seems to be taunting me as she dangles it over my head.

"That dirt is coming down." I growl, turning back to the rest of our group of allies. Cato agrees full heartily. Clove looks like she is going to carve Katniss like a piece of meat with one of her knives. Marvel doesn't really paying attention to her or our ridiculous plans to kill her. He seems to just be looking around at the scenery every time I glance at him.

"It might take days to cut it down with the sword. Look how thick that trunk is!" Clove exclaims, pointing to the enormous circumference of the tree trunk. All of their plans have been similar to this one. Finally, Peeta says what has been on my mind for some time.

'"Oh, let her stay up there. It's not like she's going anywhere. We'll deal with her in the morning." Peeta remarks, acting like he doesn't care, but I could see the way her glanced up at her. He in so much in love with her that it almost hurts that I see so much lack of love from Katniss.

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After some dinner and the death toll of none, we all set in for sleep.

"I'll be on guard." I say quickly as both Cato and Marvel move their sleeping bags near mine. They boy look disappointed as I drag it from the middle and sit up against the tree. Kenna smirks as she eyes the two boys.

"If you don't want to sleep near some hot guys, I will." She whispers in my ear, winking at me as she snuggled in between the boys. I roll my eyes and lean back against the tree as the group falls asleep. The real Careers are out almost immediately, probably because our sleep was interrupted last night, but weird enough, Peeta manages to stay awake. He tosses and turns as if trying to get comfortable before just laying on his back and looking up. I smile as I realize he is looking to Katniss. Soon enough, he is asleep too. The night is completely still I as watch the dung embers of our fire. It reminds me of the girl from 8. This situation is very similar. Us at a dying fire on the hunt, Katniss up in a tree. Funny how this stuff works. Without meaning to, my blinking eyes stay closed longer than they are open. My eyelids feel like they are dropping from some enormous weight. My mind becomes fuzzy and everything floats away.

I wake up to the tree vibrating, almost like it's being sawed. I think nothing of it at first, maybe I'm still dreaming. Then, the sound of a girl grunting in pain causes my eyes to snap open. When I look up, I see a branch falling, just like my stomach is dropping in horror when I see the Tracker Jacker nest attached to it. I scream as loud as I can as time seems to slow down. The nest breaks open on the ground and the hornets fly in every direction, stinging every breathing thing in sight. I watch in horror as the insect swarm me. Thousands of knives pierce my skin.

'"To the lake! To the lake!" Someone yells, I think it's Cato. I would laugh at how his voice cracked if I weren't in so much pain. The boys and Clove run away from me as I fall to the ground. Screams fill the air, I think they're my own. I thrash around as if it will make the pain go away. Through my swollen eyes, I can see Kenna falling backwards, swatting at her skin as the Tracker Jackers attack her mercilessly. Images appear in front of me, people I thought I'd never see again. My life starts at its beginning, as if the first time wasn't enough. I see me, my younger self laughing along with my entire family. It was probably one of the last times we all laughed and were happy together. My thoughts fade away as I merge with my four-year old self. I become me again in my earliest memory and everything else goes away. My pain disappears and I am happy again.

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